Please, don’t hurt her. Don’t hurt who? Ariel.
Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should’ve gotten more. (…) Augustus Waters talked so much that he’d interrupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness. But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.’
I think that Karen is absolutely…I mean, look at her, she’s a remarkable specimen! I think categorically she is the sexiest companion that has ever lived…oh God, did I say that? Well, that hair, those limbs, that surprising brain…it’s like she’s from another planet.
"Look at me now."
You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well, I didn’t see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark.
Grey’s Anatomy: Who’s Zoomin’ Who
↳ Secrets can’t hide in science. Medicine has a way of exposing lies. Within the walls of the hospital, the truth is stripped bare. How we keep our secrets outside the hospital – well, that’s a little different. One thing is certain, whatever it is we’re trying to hide; we’re never ready for that moment when the truth gets naked. That’s the problem with secrets – like misery, they love company. They pile up and up until you don’t have room for anything else, until you’re so full of secrets you feel like you’re going to burst.